I can't seem to stop writing poetry or reading poetry. I think it is safe to say I love poetry and I love sharing great poetry with others.

"The madness of an unaccustomed mind..." Edna St. Vincent Millay

I can't hang...

These anxiety

ridden thoughts

that plague

my mind

folding

my third

heaping pile

of laundry

this

morning...

"The madness

of an unaccustomed

mood..." is more

like it.

Even though

this frame

of mind

has become

customary.

When felt

takes on

the moment

I am

unaccustomed to..

"Fuck the world..."

Sometimes

things get

a little dicey

after finishing

organizing

everything untidy

in an

unaccustomed

mood.

Mostly because

I am confused

by all this

inconceivable disorder

allied with chaos.

Where is our third eye

staring at us

from the middle

of our chests.

This

madness.

© 2019 Jamie Lee Hamann

Comments

Jamie Lee Hamann (author) from Reno NV on April 21, 2020:

Breathing this morning. Things are getting harder everyday. Jamie

BRENDA ARLEDGE from Washington Court House on April 20, 2020:

Been there, I can relate.

The third eye is there somewhere...just take a breathe and relax.

Nice one.

Jamie Lee Hamann (author) from Reno NV on April 26, 2019:

Thank you Sunshine.

Shing Araya from Cebu, Philippines on April 21, 2019:

I liked the third eye part.. I enjoyed the poem.